Stavanger Bay for storms before were as nothing more

bit of powerplay <3

the girl was shy, not easily warmed by compliments. erzulie ran the edge of her own tongue along dark lips, nodding toward her packmate. "aye," the harlot answered with a warm smile, borrowing a word from her lover's lexicon. "i can do dat for you."
pushing aside the kelp, erzulie inched toward the girl, shifting along the sand perhaps as if she were a some sidewinder, honeycream and two hues in the gaze that glowed with some intrigue. an old melody, string and bone and incense woven together on the tune she had been taught almost from birth — erzulie crooned each syllable through the small expanse of space betwixt herself and the cairn. and her gaze though soft did not deviate from that of lovely julep.